strange how some so sickly numb may turn a phrase to praise the none but only work for selfish gain as if the point were pointless game, but players play the game they choose, some will learn and others lose, but some decide while keeping score that all they want are points galore so takers take on givers verse is take for me and give the worse, but karma is no dog to train nor essence meant to take the blame, so simply while they forge your frown it mostly means they'd fallen down, from dopademeanor cigarettes, cancerous like any hateful breadth, so dismiss them shift and know this well, poets as this have written their own hell. but you and me and the others alike may find our pens to ease the strife of days when we can't rise again, and find tomorrow as a friend, for logic has a matrix too, in the microcosm of what others do. therefore all is well in short due time when we don't pay cynics overtime.